Date: Thu, 7 Nov 2013 21:07:55 -0500 (EST)
From: A. Iku
Subject: Homeless Hero
Homeless Hero
I would see him every morning on my way to the metro. His name was Jake, so
his little cardboard sign read, and any help would be much appreciated. He
was tall, dark, but far from handsome. He looked like your typical homeless
guy. He was dirty, smelly, hair everywhere and wearing the dustiest ragged
clothes, that definitely could use a pressure washing, or better yet a
burning; but I felt bad for the guy. He was sweet enough, unlike most of
the hyper aggressive homeless you see badgering people on the street for
spare change. He was nice, always with a kind word and a smile. He just
seemed to be one of those people who were a bit down on their luck and was
just in need of a little help. I had no problem doing what I could,
especially for someone like him. I would give him few bucks here and there,
or from time to time some leftovers from the diner next to the metro
station. He really was a nice guy. I just wish that I could've done a
little more to help, but you know how things are.
Well this brings me to one night last fall. My boss had kept me in the
office pretty late finishing up our quarterly reports. It was nearly
midnight;and I had just barely made it in time to catch the last train
before the metro station closed for the night. When I got off the train at
my stop it was pretty cold out. I turned up the collar on my jacket to
sheild my face a little from the whipping wind, but it wasn't much help. So
I just gritted my teeth and held my head down to prepare myself for the
short walk to my apartment. I was barely steps from the station, when I
felt myself being tackled to the ground. "Give me all your shit." my
attacker yelled. I was being mugged. He held me down on the cold ground,
and put a knife to my neck. I was terrified, beyond scared. I didn't want
to die, but I saw it coming. And as my life started flashing before my
eyes, I suddenly feel my mugger being pulled off me. I was relieved. I
wasted no time getting up from the ground and running like hell. I didn't
know what had happened to the mugger. All I knew was that he was away from
me now and I was safe. I was saved. I wondered who it was that saved
me. Was it a cop, a security guard, a vigilante, a concerned
citizen. Whoever it was I definitely my hero and I owed them my life.
As I ran the curiosity of who my hero was suddenly caused me to looked
back; and what I saw was both shocking and amazing. It was Jake and he was
beating the hell out of my mugger. He was throwing the guy around like a
little rag doll. I stopped running and looked on as Jake pummeled the guy
to the ground. It was so amazing, so cool. It was like something out of an
action movie. But then things got a little less cool and my fear came back
to me. But this time not for myself but for the mugger. Out of nowhere Jake
picks up the knife. The mugger had since dropped it during his
beating. Jake walked over to the mugger, who was laying flat on the ground,
and pointed the knife at him. I thought for sure I was about to witness a
murder. I yelled out, "No Jake no." Then I stupidly ran back towards the
fight. Jake took his focus off the mugger for just a second and looked over
at me. The distraction gave the mugger just enough of a chance to get away
and run off in the opposite direction.
Now that the mugger was gone Jake just stood there, with the knife in his
hand, his eyes locked dead on me. "Jake he's gone. Drop the knife." I said
in a calm voice.
Breaking his gaze with me he simply says, like an innocent little kid,"Ok"
and drops the knife. And just as calmly he walks back over and takes his
usual spot on the cold ground in front of the metro station.
I walked over and took a seat next to him on the ground. His scent was
strong and it cut through the cold night air and wafted up into my
nostrils. It was a very strong mixture of alcohol, urine, and at least
months, if not years worth of body odor. I could barely take it, but I was
so appreciative for him saving me that I stuck it out. "Hey Jake. Thanks
for what you did back there." I said to my homeless hero. "You're a hero
you know that. I owe you."
"No, you don't. I just did what I could. You're a nice guy, you didn't
deserve to be attacked like that." Jake said to me. I reached in my pocket
and pulled out a twenty dollar bill, my last, and shoved it in my hero's
hand. But he gave it back. "I can't take that." he said.
"But you deserve it. You saved my life." I said to Jake, but he still
wouldn't take it. I knew I owed him way more than that little 20 could ever
have repaid. "Well at least come back to my place for some coffee or
something. I only live down the street. Its the least I can do. I owe you."
I said trying desparately to get my hero to except my gracious thanks, but
again he denied my efforts to thank him. The true mark of a real hero. Then
I said, "I've got bourbon", and that was enough to sway him. He quickly
jumped to his feet, and nearly threw me as he pulled me up to mine.
We walked in complete silence nearly the whole way to my apartment. It did
give me the time to really think about what had just happened. I couldn't
believe that I was nearly about to be gutted by some crazy mugger. Then out
of nowhere, here comes super-homeless-man swooping in to save me, nearly
killing the mugger in my defense. At that moment I didn't know if I was
more grateful to be alive or scared that I was actually inviting this man
into my home. This man, that not five minutes ago, I had to talk down from
killing someone. The walk was short, I didn't have much time to really sort
out how I was feeling about my situation. Then before I knew it we were
there.
Once we got to my building, we walk up the 3 flights to my apartment. It
was just a simple little one bedroom studio, cheap by any means, but to
Jake it was like a palace. He just stood there, his eyes wide with
amazement, as he took in the sceney of my little place, like it was
something miraculous. "Make yourself at home." I said to him, as I made my
way to the kitchen to grab the bourbon. When I came back with the bourbon
and two glasses, he was still standing there at the door nerviously rocking
back and forth. "Why don't you take a load off." I say to him, as he looks
at me with anxious eyes.
"Um." He shakes his head. "I don't wanna mess up your stuff." He says. "I'm
fine standing."
"Oh" I said awkwardly, suddenly remembering that although heroic, he was
still a dirty bum. I put the bourbon down on the coffee table and told him
to wait right there, I'd be right back.
I came back into the living room with two old towels. "Follow me." I said
to him as I led him to the back. He ran over to the coffee table and
grabbed the bottle of bourbon, before catching up behind me. I showed him
to the bathroom and handed him the towels. "Soap, shampoo, toothpaste over
there." I said pointing out the toiletteries he definitely needed. "Clean
up and I'll see if I have something that'll fit you. Just leave your
clothes by the door and come back out when you're finished. This will be
waiting for you when you're done." I said to Jake as I snatched the bottle
from his hand, stepped out of the bathroom and shut the door behind me...
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About thirty minutes later Jake emerged from the bathroom with a towel
wrapped around his waist. It just barely managed to stay up around his
massive hairy thighs, as they seemed to flex and bulge without any
forthought from Jake. With him now being all cleaned up and half naked, I
was starting see that Jake was actually a pretty hot guy, down right sexy,
a fucking God. I walked over to him, and looked him up and down. "Damn
Jake. Is this what you've been hiding under all those rags all this time.",
I said, putting my hand on his still damp, muscled shoulders, as I made a
full circle around the sexy homeless man. He laughed like a shy little kid,
as he brought his arms up over his strong wide chest into an X shape,
trying to conceal the beauty that was his body. "Now don't tell me your shy
Jake." I said as I moved one of his hands from his chest and looked in
close at the tattoo he had stamped there. It was a Marine corp tat.
"You were a Marine, Jake?" I asked. He just nodded yes and smiled. "My dad
was a Marine." I told him."That must be where you learned all those fight
moves." I said to the sexy, half naked, homeless man standing before
me. "Semper Fi."
He stood at attention and replied back "Semper Fi" quite enthusiastically,
losing his towel in the process, letting the thick piece of man meat he had
between his thighs break free. He quickly dropped down and grabbed the
towel to cover the massive dick up. "Clothes please?", he asked standing
there in embarrassment. Though what he had was nothing to be embarrassed
about. It was more something to be worshiped than covered. I was almost
tempted to not give him anything to wear, so I could stare at that gorgeous
body longer.
Jake was much bigger than me, so the clothing options were limited. Just
some baggy sweatpants and a t'shirt. The pants though fit him more like
tights, showing off in detail the full length of his dick, which laid quite
long down his meaty thigh. The shirt was no better. It literally ripped at
the seems within 2 seconds of it being on his massive body. So he just sat
there shirtless, in some tiny [although baggy for anyone else] tight
sweats, as we both took shot after shot of bourbon and got to know one
another.
We drank nearly half the bottle of bourbon, before I had had enough. Jake
barely seemed to be phased, but I was beyond wasted. "I've had enough. I'm
going to bed Jake. You're welcomed to join me." I said drunkenly flirting
with my sexy guest. He had long since told me that he was straight, but I
was too drunk to care.
"No, I'm fine here on the couch." He said blushing with an awkward little
laugh.
"Fine. Your loss." I replied standing to my feet but then falling back down
in a drunken stooper. I tried again but, again I stumbled. Then Jake got up
and decided to help me.
"Come on." He said as he scooped me up over his shoulder and carried me
into my bedroom. He laid me down on my bed and started to leave as I
undressed.
"Help." I called out, my head stuck in my sweater. Like the hero he was,
once again Jake came to my rescue, helping me out of the sweater. He could
tell I was way too drunk to undress myself, so he did the work for me. He
pushed me down flat on the bed and started pulling off my shoes and then my
socks.
"Ok sit up." he said. I did as he told me. Then he leaned in close to me
and started unbottoning my shirt, revealing my much smaller and smoother
chest. He unbottoned almost half the bottons before pulling the shirt over
my head. When the shirt was off, there I sat on the edge of my bed with my
sexy homeless hero standing directly infront of me, between my legs might I
add, helping me undress. I don't know what came over me but between the
influence of the alcohol and the state of arosal I was in over being just
inches away from Jake's perfect abs, I got carried away. I started licking
and kissing all over his muscled torso. But he pushed me away. My drunken
motor skills and the forced with which he pushed me sent me back on the
bed. "Stop it." he said as he just stared down at me in drunken disgust. He
started to leave, but I reached up and grabbed his hand.
"Aren't you gonna help with my pants? I can't sleep in my pants." I said
starring seductively at my homeless hunk. He looked back at me completely
over my drunken antics but he knew it was just the liquor talking, and he
was such a good guy he helped me anyway. He reached down and started
undoing my pants. He tried not to, but had no choice but to put his hand on
my crotch to get the pants undone. My dick immediately started getting
hard. I knew it was making Jake uncomfortable, that he was unintentially
getting me arosed, but he continued on with his heroic duties.
"Mmmm'. Take my pants off Marine. Thats an ordered." I said laughing. I
could tell he wasn't impressed by my joke. I just knew he had to be
regreting his decision to save me now.
Once my pants were unbottoned he started pulling them down and off. I was
wearing only a jock under them, so when he pulled them off, I put my feet
up on the bed and spread my legs wide, revealing my hairy little hole.
Jake looked at me in complete shock. He was even more uncomfortable now. I
could tell from how strained the sweats were becoming around his hardening
dick. He quickly turned around, covering his impending hardon. Then he
tried to leave, but I got up and went after him. Still drunk I stumbled,
but he turned around just in time to catch me in his strong arms. "Come on
Jake. Let me thank you for saving me tonight." I begged.
Jake shook his head, and picked me up in his arms like a baby. "I don't
think that would be a good idea." He said as he carried me back to my bed.
"Come on Jake. Let me show you what a hero like you deserves every night."
I said to the homeless hunk, as he pulled the cover back and placed me in
my bed.
"Enough. You're drunk." He said as he smiled nerviously and started tucking
me in.
Although I was drunk, I was persistant and I knew exactly what I wanted. So
I boldly reached up and grabbed hold of it. Jake's dick felt so big in my
hand. I had never touched or even saw anything like it before. It was so
thick, so meaty. And just as I was getting more than accustomed to the feel
of it, Jake slapped my hand away. So I reached for it again. This time I
slowly rubbed it, knowing that I was definitely gonna get the right
reaction now. His dick started throbbing and getting harder in my hand. I
could tell it was feeling good to him, because this time he didn't' stop
me. He quit resisting and gave in. He closed his eyes and started
moaning. I could tell it had been a while since anyone showed his dick any
kind of attention. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Are you sure
you want this?"
I whispered back, "I'm sure." That was all he needed to hear. He quickly
pulled the covers back and climbed in the bed with me. I wasted no time
seeing what his lips felt like. They were soft and supple. I was pleasantly
surprised. At first he was still a bit hesitant, but eventually he got more
than accustomed to my kiss. He opened his mouth and thrust his tongue deep
into mine. We both moaned. I knew the big, strong, alpha male he was, that
he was gonna take full control of the situation. And it wasn't long before
he fulfilled his role. He started kissing down my neck and my chest. I
gasped as his tongue and lips found my tits. I put my arms around his head,
grabbing hold of his long brown locks. He grabbed my arms and pulled them
away from his head. I took in the intoxicating scent of his newly cleaned
manly body. There was a faint smell of soap on him, as laid on top of me
and tasted at my nips. Though clean I could still smell the strong
huskyness of a strong unwashed man. His natural scent was so manly and
amazing. I knew he wasn't wearing any deoderant, so his pits were still
strong. Really strong, but not like a dirty bum's, just that of a big sexy
man after a long day.
He kissed a trail down to my hairy abs and stopped just above my waist. He
didn't even attempt to touch my dick. He had no interest in that. All he
wanted was my hole and I was sure willing to give it to him. With
incredible force he pushed my legs above my head. I could smell the sweaty
goodness of my own dick and balls as they hang barely inches from my
face. Then I felt the wetness and the thickness of his tongue as he plunged
it deep into my hole. I let out a moan of intense pleasure. He started
spreading my hole wide with his two middle fingers, as he darted his wet
slimy tongue in between them. My ass had never been stretched with such
precision. It was like he knew just the exact amount of pressure to force
my hole open. Before long I started feeling something much thicker, much
wider, much harder than his fingers an tongue combined. The head of his
dick was like the size of a golf ball, and to my hole it felt as hard. He
shoved it in and I think I almost passed out. I never had something that
big inside me and it was only just the head. He started pushing his dick in
me an inch at a time. A few inches in and my eyes started rolling to the
back of my head. I started moaning, nearly uncontolably. Then out of
nowhere he started thrusting his hips, fucking me with just a few inches of
his massive dick. Then he leaned down and kissed me again. Then asked, "Are
you ready for the rest." I wasn't but I shook my head yes anyway. He thrust
in me the full length of his dick, with one quick motion. He went so deep I
thought the head was gonna pop out of my eye socket. I was relieved when I
finally felt his balls slap against my ass. But the relief was short lived,
because then he started fucking me. It felt so good, and so bad at the same
time. My whole body started spasming. Then suddenly out of nowhere my dick
started shooting loads of cum into my jock. I felt the warm gooy essence,
that was my own seed, oozing through my jock and onto both my thighs and my
stomach. All the while, Jake still fucked me with his massive dick. It felt
like he would never stop. He had to have been going for at least an hour,
before I couldn't take anymore and passed out. I don't know just how long
he fucked me after that.
When I woke up from my erotic coma the next morning, Jake was gone and I
was just laying there drenched in the multiple loads of both his and my own
cum. I almost didn't want to get up. I just wanted to lay there, but I knew
I had to get out of bed and clean myself up. When I walked into the
bathroom I looked around and saw the mess that Jake had made in his pursuit
to clean himself up for me. The room was filthy, but I had no time to clean
it up. I just hopped in the shower and got myself ready for work. On my way
out the door for work, laying on the floor, was the sweats that Jake had
worn the night before. They were damp and sweaty and before they were even
close to my face I could smell Jakes scent on them. I put them up to my
nose and took a deep breathe, taking in the scent, before throwing them on
the couch and leaving out the door.
As I made my way to the metro, a smile suddenly sprung to my face. For some
reason I couldn't wait to see Jake, my little homeless hero, sitting there
in his normal spot just waiting for me. But when I got to the station he
wasn't there. Later on that evening when I returned he wasn't there
either. It was days, then weeks, then months, and still Jake wasn't in his
spot. I had started to forget about him, to forget all about our night.
Then almost a year to the day, he was suddenly back. He was just sitting
there in his same old spot in front of the metro station. I didn't say word
when I saw him. I just smiled and he smiled back. Then I gave him some
change, and went on to catch my train. When I returned home that night, he
was gone again and I felt sad about it. Then as I made my way to my
building, and up the 3 flights to my appartment, he was there sitting in
front of my door. When I approached him he stood up, smile and said,"I
found a new spot." I smiled back and then we kissed. Then he held me up
against my door, and before I knew it we were fucking right there in the
hall way, then in the livingroom, then in the bed, then in the shower. And
this time Jake didn't leave. He stayed, and he's been here ever since...